Chapter 1573: Task (3)

"What task?"
"I don't know, the boss didn't say it, but it didn't seem to be so anxious, it wasn't an urgent departure." Zhao Feifei said, reminding again: "Hey, remember to ask me for a signature photo of my male god, preferably a fruit photo. "
Qiao Yaruan: "..."
Qiao Yaruan hung up the phone and wondered, what task should they go?
Qiao Yaruan was thinking. There was a sudden hissing sound of horses and a scream from the housekeeper. "Be careful, the horse is out of control, and the people in front are about to flash away." The housekeeper chased behind the horse, loudly. Shouted.
Feng Feng held the reins forcibly, but the horse seemed to be driving uncontrollably on the rampage.
The stalls on both sides of the bazaar were hit by flying, Ye Wanwan's eyes suddenly zoomed in, looking at the horses that were getting closer.
"Auntie, get away." Xiao Shiyan shouted loudly, and her little hand was pulling Ye Wanwan's wrist.
Ye Wanwan abruptly returned to her head, and took a small step backwards while holding the little teacher before the horse's hoof fell, but fell to the ground directly because of the steps under her feet.
"Niannian." Qiao Yaruan was shocked and ran quickly.
Feng Feng held the reins with enough strength, and his palms were burning with pain, but if the horse rushed out of the crowd, the injured person might be a passerby.
"Call—" Feng Feng struck the horse's head, and the horse changed direction and continued to run.
Shui Anjiao, who was not far away, hugged her mouth coldly, trying to grab her daughter's role, it was too naive.
"Anesthesia gun, prop group, use anesthesia gun." The director shouted loudly, "the field affairs to evacuate the actors and the crowd, quickly."
"No, the horse is already crazy. Forcing an anesthetic, Feng Feng will be thrown off the horse, and the horse is too fast to necessarily aim." The head of the props group frowned.
Qiao Yaruan confirmed that the teacher was okay. He crossed the street and seized the anesthesia gun in the field. "Fengfeng." Qiao Yaruan said with a deep voice, and his eyes were already aimed at the running crazy horse.
Feng Feng suddenly pulled the reins, and Qiao Yaruan fired at the moment when the crazy horse lifted its front hoof.
"Uh-"
Feng Feng suddenly loosened the horse's reins, jumped from its back, and knelt down on one knee, holding back the hot pain in the knees and hands.
"Numb-" Feng Feng hurt so much that he sweared.
George and others hurried over to help them up. The constricted horse had fallen to the ground, twitched twice, and passed out.
The wild scene finally calmed down because of the horse's fainting.
When Ye Shiwan fell, she was protected by Ye Wanwan, but she was not injured, but Ye Wanwan's arm was scratched by the steps, and her white dress was stained with blood.
"Auntie, are you okay?" Xiaoshi Nian said worriedly. There are a lot of people on the handsome dad's side. She can't get in trouble now, although she is also worried about the handsome dad.
Ye Wanwan shook her head and looked down at her arm. "Aunt is okay, are you okay?" Ye Wanwan said, watching Xiaoshinian uneasily.
Feng Feng's palm was seriously injured because he was holding a stable, and it was fine elsewhere.
Fortunately, Feng Feng was a family member and changed to another male lead, which may have caused tragedy long ago, saying that horses rushing into the crowd would cause unknown consequences.
Qiao Yaruan turned to Shui Anjiao, who had been hiding far away, "You did it again?"
"Don't spit out blood, what did I do?" Shui Anjiao screamed like a cat with a tail on it.